@queercapwriting‘s Danvers Sisters Week - Day 1
Fun fact: The original version of this was super sad and so I scrapped like 90% of it and well…sister fluffs it is. Also, Maggie. Because I’m finding it very hard to not have her around. They’re all sisters now. ;)
It starts as it usually does, with a flurry of texts…
ALEX: You said that last week.
KARA: This one is worse.
ALEX: Are you ok?
KARA: Physically, yes.
MAGGIE: Movie night?
ALEX: You beat me to it!
MAGGIE: I’m a quick study. ;)
KARA: Yes please.
MAGGIE: Ice cream or potstickers?
ALEX: Not so quick, apparently.
MAGGIE: Both it is.
ALEX: Our place or yours?
MAGGIE: See you at 7?
ALEX: I have a meeting.
ALEX: Won’t be home til 8.
MAGGIE: See you at 7?
KARA: See you at 7. :)
KARA: I LOOOOOOVVVVEE YOUUUUUU.
KARA: Both of you.
MAGGIE: Love you too, kid.
ALEX: …I’m thinking about it.
ALEX: I love you too.
KARA: Thanks seester. <3
KARA: You love it.
MAGGIE: Get outta here.
MAGGIE: Some of us have actual work to do.
MAGGIE: …but I’ll see you at 7. :)
KARA: <3 <3
When the door swings open, Maggie doesn’t even flinch. She was running late after work, and had to stop and get ice cream and potstickers—because Kara offered, but Maggie insisted. She’s standing in the middle of the bedroom, pulling her sweatshirt over her head, when she hears Kara come in, close the door, and flop down on the couch with a grumble.
She walks up behind the couch where Kara is face-first in the cushions and splayed out across the whole thing, “Is this a Kara problem or a Supergirl problem? …or maybe a DEO or CatCo problem?”
Kara mumbles something she can’t quite understand.
“One more time?”
She lifts her head, just barely, holding up a single finger, “Door number one.”
A Kara problem. Which means they most likely need Alex…who probably won’t be here for another hour. Maggie pads over to the kitchen, pulls the ice cream out of the freezer and grabs a couple spoons. As she walks back to the couch, Kara bends her knees to give Maggie space to sit before dropping her legs back onto Maggie’s lap and rolling over to lay on her back.
The worry etched on her face breaks Maggie’s heart—but she’s new to sister nights, and little sisters, and she doesn’t want to overstep, and she doesn’t know if she cares too much, too soon, or if it’s prying, or if it’s just plain weird.
So she silently hands over a pint and a spoon, and leans back, popping the lid off of her own. They eat their ice cream in silence for a few minutes.
Eventually she feels Kara’s eyes on her, and she glances over. Kara is staring, studying almost, her mind clearly working on something else.
“You know how when you’re little, you have all these grand ideas about what life as an adult is like?”
She raises an eyebrow, where is this going? But she’ll bite, “Sure.”
Kara sighs, “It’s nothing like what you think it’ll be.”
Ain’t that the truth. Maggie gives her a sad smile, “No, it’s not.”
Kara sits up suddenly, swinging her legs off Maggie’s lap and tucking her feet underneath herself, “How come nobody told me to prepare for being mostly unsure of literally everything in my life?”
Maggie considers the question, and props her elbow up on the back of the couch, “Probably because most adults aren’t brave enough or smart enough to admit how unsure they are of anything in life. Let alone everything.”
Kara’s shoulders slump, “Maybe they’re just better at it than I am.”
“Better at what?”
She sighs, “Life?”
Two big, blue, bottomless and watery eyes look up at her….and Maggie is again reminded of a puppy. They use “puppy” to describe Kara often, and on many occasions, but this is another level.
This is abandoned in a cardboard box, in a dark alley, in the middle of a thundestorm, kind of puppy.
She wonders if this is how Kara got away with everything as a kid, because damn—it would’ve worked on her. She pulls Kara into a hug and Kara’s arms squeeze tightly around her waist, “They’re not. I promise. We’re all fumbling through life together.”
Maggie laughs, “I definitely am.”
Kara pulls away, and manages a small smile before wiping at her eyes with the palm of her hand, “You know, you’re a good detective, Maggie…but you’re not a very good liar.”
“No, she’s not.”
Both of their heads whip around, and Alex is in the doorway kicking off her boots and hanging up her leather jacket—all while balancing a pizza in one hand.
“Potstickers didn’t seem like enough,” she shrugs.
And Maggie sighs, “One day, were gonna order salads.”
Alex slides the pizza onto the coffee table and answers Maggie with a slow, sweet kiss, and a smirk, “That’s no fun.”
“You need vegetables, Al,” her eyes follow Alex as she nudges Kara over and sits on her other side, “Both of you need vegetables.”
Kara melts into a hug from Alex before flipping open the pizza box, “Look! There’s peppers on the pizza!”
Maggie rubs her forehead, “That so does not count.”
Alex gives her a wink, “Does too.”
Kara hands them each a slice of pizza before taking one for herself. Alex throws her free hand around her shoulders and tucks her little sister into her side, “What’s wrong, Kar?”
“Life,” she takes a big bite of her pizza.
“Ahh… Yeah, that’ll do it.”
“Can I just go back to being a kid?”
Alex laughs, “You really want that?”
“Nooo,” she groans, “Things just…suck lately. In general. Does it get better?”
Alex hesitates, frowns, “…I don’t know.”
Kara heaves a dramatic sigh, pops the last bite of pizza crust in her mouth, and lays out across the whole couch again—her head in Alex’s lap and her legs draped across Maggie’s thighs. “That’s the least helpful answer ever.”
Maggie and Alex laugh, and Alex toys with a piece of Kara’s hair, “Can you give us a more specific problem to diagnose? We’re only mere mortals here—not superheroes.”
“Ha. Ha.” Kara deadpans.
Maggie rests a hand on Kara’s shins, “Look…it’s a pretty tall order to fix your whole life in one night with one pizza. But if we can fix one thing tonight, then maybe tomorrow we can tackle something else.”
“Baby steps, Kara.”
Kara eyes go wide as she looks at Alex upside down, “So we get more pizza tomorrow?”
Alex smiles, “Sure. If that’ll help.”
She plays innocent, “What?”
“I fear for Gertrude.”
Alex scoffs, “It was your idea!”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”
Kara pops her head up, looking between the two of them, confused, “Wait—who’s Gertrude?”
But Alex puts a hand on her forehead, and makes her lay back down, “Don’t worry about it.”
Maggie grins and winks at Alex, and Alex blushes.
Kara rolls her eyes, “Your cuteness is adorable, but not helpful.”
Alex turns her attention back to her sister, “I’m sorry, Kara. Where were we?”
She sits up with a grin, “More pizza!”
“You haven’t even touched the potstickers.”
“How did I forget?!”